Specter grabbed a chair and started to type furiously on the computer keyboard, his eyes fixed on its screen with fierce determination.
"Hundred words per minute never lets you down," he said with a grin, opening a file with a click of the mouse. "Right, according to this live satellite image, we've got a craft with a diameter of about eighty feet..."
If you see me posting, it's because I've been asked to. Which I guess would mean I'm taking requests.